Like an invisible wraith,
I'm staring into emptiness-
an unimaginable eternity;
the very endless void.
Fingers curl at possibilities,
but they're swallowed once more.
Dreamless sleep, haunting and mute.
There is no spark of color.
After the hated dramatics,
here is lonely me.
Dullness burns my limbs;
where to now?
Author notes
WHAT DO I DO NOW?
I don't like it.
A contest entry
- NOW WHAT? by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended January 6, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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if you don't like it, then you should have worked on it until you did. That's just my opinion, but I feel you did a wonderful job with the first stanza...love, lane
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Thank you.
I don't feel that some things can be or need perfection.
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